Daily Dose of Dysfunctionality

Day 6

    Hello, Diary.

    I can't sleep. 

    I've tried everything! YouTube videos, Pinterest, Instagram, reading my new Fantastic Beasts screenplay. I thought that this might be a good alternative. I guess that reading and writing can tire you out? I Googled it and some website said that going on your phone is like caffeine for your eyes. That explains a lot, I guess. The other thing is my mind. It goes on and on like a train, circling the same things over and over like an infinity sign. It sure seems infinite to me. 

    Since it's one in the morning, today is the day of Langston's ingenious idea. I'm sort of terrified. If something goes wrong, it's at school, we could all get in a lot of trouble. Disturbance of the peace or something like that. Plus, he gave me his number for "planning purposes." After he walked away Bella snorted. I whacked her with my history book.

    He texted me approximately 5 hours ago, at 8:34. I didn't respond. I'm such a coward. I mean, all he said was a harmless "hey." I guess I'm kind of scared to talk to guys now 'cause I'm sick of their crap. I can still talk to Tommy, J, and Ben, though. They're different, of course. 

    Also, exams are coming up. I've never done a single exam in my whole life! I'm quite worried about that too. I wish something could take my mind off of all of this. 

    Well, I'm finally feeling tired. I'm relatively sure that Hazel noticed the closet light on. I don't want to wake her up.

    More after school.

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    That was awesome! I mean, the master plan of course. Not school. I had three tests and two quizzes! What kind of sick meeting do teachers have to put everything on one day? Can we cancel it please?

    My morning classes dragged one after another. My neck felt stiff after bending down over numerous test papers. I rubbed it as I arrived at my locker. Opening the door with a creak, I was pleasantly surprised. Inside sat a bottle of the vanilla Starbucks frappuccino drink. A sticky note stuck to it read, "So you don't fall asleep during the rest of your tests ;)" I wondered who had given me something so nice. 

    I retrieved my beverage and lunchbox from my locker. Someone not so nice was waiting behind its door.

    "Hey, Lion. Sore neck? Did you hurt it trying to actually do something with your mane?" he said with snark.

    "Shut up, Chris. Leave me alone. Get some new material. I've heard that one before." I hurriedly made my way down the hall.

    "Feisty." he winked at me.

    "You're disgusting. Go away," I snapped.

    "Whatever. You'll change your tune soon enough," he chuckled.

    "I don't know what your talking about, but I do know one thing," I stopped walking.

    He bumped into me. "Oof. And that would be?"

    "You deserve everything coming to you." And with that, I strode away and left him to his thoughts.

    I pushed my way through the crowded lunchroom. 
   
    I noticed Langston had just finished telling the guys his plan. Tommy choked on his sub, J pushed back his chair and began running his hands through his hair and protesting, while Ben's eyes grew very large.

    "Are you insane?!" J shouted, causing heads to turn. He raised an eyebrow pointedly in their direction. "I'm self-taught! I learned listening to Pearl Jam! How could I-"

    Charlotte interrupted. "I think you'd be great!"

    J's face got all red.

    "J! You don't have to worry about a thing! I'm organizing the whole shindig, so you guys can just relax. Oh! Speaking of..."

    Hey suddenly strode toward the middle of the room, the zippers on his combat boots and leather jacket clinking with each step. I wish I had that much confidence.

    "'Scuse me." He asked a guy to stand up for a second. Langston climbed up on top of the table!

    "Ehem."

    Nobody looked over.

    "Excuse me?"

    No luck.

    "HEY!" his voice, usually a soft baritone, echoed throughout the large place. A mass wave of silence washed over the usually bustling cafeteria. All eyes were on Langston.

    "Ehem. Thanks. Anyway, I'm Langston Valeria and I have a real quick announcement. Well, more of a challenge I guess. Our resident rock band is Carnage Mayhem, pride of Waybridge! I have a proposal for the members of Carnage Mayhem. The Saturday two weeks from now there will be a battle of the bands right here in the auditorium!"

    "Us against who?" yelled Chris from his table.

    "First of all, it's 'we against whom' and it's you against my band."

    A huge whisper and giggle fest broke out.

    "And that would be who?" Mikey smirked.

    "J, Tommy, Ben, and myself."

    Their whole group of clones chortled.
   
    "The best of luck! From the very bottom of my heart!" said Chris sarcastically.

    "To you as well. The Saturday after next! 3:00! Be there!"

    He jumped off the table really majestically. Or maybe I just thought it was majestic. Anyway, it was smooth!

    "How are we gonna practice? Exams are next week! I need to study!" Ben wrung his hands.

    "I'm in," Tommy said.

    "What?!" the other two exclaimed in unison.

    "It's crazy, but it might be crazy enough to work!" Tommy decided with a big grin.

    "Not to mention, it'll be great revenge when you win! They're such jerks!" Bella shook her fist.

    "If we win," muttered J.

    "When." chimed Lacey with a confident smile toward the nervous Ben.
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    Langston approached me in the hallway after school. He brushed some stray hair out of his eyes. I wish he'd stop doing that.

    "So? You tried to tell me something during geometry. You looked like you were attempting to land a plane!" he laughed.

    "Well, I was just thinking about how many seconds of nothing there is before the song 'Blood' starts on The Black Parade. And that's when it hit me!" I said excitedly.

    "What?"

    "The perfect band name! Seconds of Silence!"

    He gave his classic half smile. "It's even an alliteration."

    Well, that's about it, Diary. I'll give you more updates later!

Rory